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Welcome to Almosta Blog, the stories that happen every day here on Almosta Ranch. Come on in and be welcome, draw up a chair and set a spell on the front porch with me and my sweet wife, Melinda, better known as Mel. What you will find here are stories about our many animals, and our daily life on a working ranch. Not the most riviting of subjects but I will try to hold your interest. |
| Every dog, just like every man, has to learn one important lesson in life and that lesson is: No matter how bad you think you are, or how tough you believed yourself to be, there is always someone tougher and badder than you. This was the painful lesson learned the other day by Sammy. Sammy is our part Basset, part Rottweiler resident bad boy. Due to his Basset-like legs he is built close to the ground, with a low center of gravity and sports the massive head and jaws of his Rottweiler decedents along with their strong muscle and thick bone construction and overall attitude which makes him a natural bully in the dog yard. Even the larger dogs give Sammy a wide berth because, let's face it, that dog's just crazy they think. He'd rather fight than eat and won't back down from anything or anyone. He is the main reason we always kept the dog pack inside a fence. Back when we had chickens and baby goats roaming free range all over the place, allowing a natural born killer like Sammy lose was just out of the question. Well nowadays the only ones free-ranging around the farm is Ms. Dolly the fainting goat, Ms. Snickers, the not so miniature pig, and Billy, my stallion. No chickens, no rabbits, no baby goats so I don't worry quite so much. So anyway, some time last week the dogs discovered a weak spot in the fence and found a way of escape and since it has been raining almost non-stop all week I have been unable or unwilling...your choice...to get out and mend the break and the dogs have been getting out into the main yard. I knew that sooner or later it would happen but I said “Screw it!” I figured they needed to learn a lesson on their own. I knew that one day one or a group of the dogs would get out and chose to go after a prime target of opportunity like Ms. Snickers. So be it. I already had an idea how that would go. Ms. Snickers is a peaceful critter who spends her days either rooting around under the oak tree for acorns or napping in the infrequent patches of sunlight and clearly no threat to anyone. A prime target for over confident dogs. That's just what happened the other day when Sammy decided to explore through the break in the fence and came strutting into the main yard along with a couple of his smaller dog companions (I call them the “gang of three”) and spoiling for a fight. I had just walked outside and was heading to the barn, when the three dogs made their appearance and had just enough time to mutter...”Oh shit!” when Sammy and his gang charged Ms. Snickers. What happened next was pretty much what I expected to happen all along. The three dogs charged a surprised Ms. Snickers, their fangs bared and their ferocious growls filling the air. Unfortunately for the dogs, Ms. Snickers did not turn and flee as they expected her to do, instead her tail went straight up in the air in the “Now ya done pissed me off” position, her jaws began to snap and she charged directly at the now confused puppies. The dogs immediately halted their charge but it was too late, the pig barreled into them squealing and jaws snapping with the sound of a .22 rifle going off! She clamped those strong jaws onto Sammy's back, picked all fifty pounds of him off the ground, shook him like a rag doll and threw him a good six feet to where he bounced....twice before coming to rest...howling in pain and surprise and looking for help from his two buddies who had already beat a hasty and undignified retreat BACK into the dog yard where it was safe. The pig stood her ground, her beady little eyes glued to Sammy and waiting for his response. She needn't have bothered, Sammy scrambled to his feet, still whimpering and howling and ran straight to where I stood enjoying the show. He wrapped himself around my legs, begging for rescue so I picked him up and took him into the house. “Well old son,” I told him as I put him down safely in the living room. “I guess you learned a valuable lesson today, didn't you.” He chose to ignore my remark as he scrambled under my desk, not convinced the pig would not come hunting him. So goes life on the farm |
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